Soldier is the word that explains it all
Suicide is the word that makes us fall
Sacrifice is the word I do not fear
Silence is the word I always hear
Under the make up and smiles
There’s a hole in her heart
That goes on for miles
And all it does, is tear her apart
The cold nights reach on forever
A oh so happy girl living her life
But why is there blood on that knife?
She’s waiting for you to save her
Cold wind and empty spaces surround me
Questions I’ve dared to ask are answered
Feelings and memories I try to hide
Come screaming out but never get heard
One sad smiling clown on a round about
A girl with an ugly pout
Running through a endless maze
Tries to change her in different ways
Stella Andrews
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-is-the-word-that-makes-us-fall/
